[Words: Tito, Riffs: Marco & Duffy]
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There was a night, that you and I know about,
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a night with fright and evil to let out.
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There was man named Michael,
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whose thoughts were to kill and annoy
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since he was a quiet little boy.
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Twisted demented slashing,
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the shape started smashing,
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skulls crushed brains mushed,
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the blood starts to rush steel thrushing in,
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horrid dying grin,
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face carved like a pumpkin on this deadly night of sin.
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If he comes by, don't ask why,
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don't get in his way you might become prey.
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If you want life,
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don't meet his butcher knife,
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you may be the lucky guy to die.
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Don't fuck around, before it's too late,
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all you get is a fast rate of fate,
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stalking demon will grate your face
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unless you run and hide in another state or place.
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[Chorus:]
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Halloween - night of pain death and Samhain,
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night he came home
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If you do take off,
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he won't care,
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he'll just snuff the next to dare,
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but always beware of that deadly thrashing night,
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'cause his idea of fun is killing everything in sight.
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[Repeat chorus]
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[Leads: Marco, Duffy.]
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Night Of Pain (Part 1)
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Wehrmacht |